i was forcing myself in my comforter
i feel biting coldness, i thought fever
i'm not sweating nor feeling any pain
i get up and drink a glass of water
look at clock it's pass midnight, it is
curtains are waving at me. that's what
i close windows which bring quietness
vacuum that won't let me back to sleep
i'm catching pitfalls from yesterday's
i was enjoying it until i stumble on some
i forgot my notepad at work or i lost it
hard to pinpoint when mind overloads
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